Thursday, January 18, 2018

I Know I'm Not Young

. . . but I was surprised today to see that tired, lined face looking back at me from the storefront's plate-glass window.  My face.

Moments like these present an opportunity for me to remember that my body is a teacher.  A child's body teaches some things.  An adolescent body teaches others.  A young adult body teaches still others.  And so it goes.

OK.  Done being philosophical.  Time to go eat some more of TRQ's bridge mix.


1 comment:

Megan Goates said...

My eldest took an extreme close-up photo of me scowling this weekend, and I was like, “There it is. That’s age 40.”

These blog snippets of yours are some beautiful tiny memoirs.